Chapter 819 - 816: Injured (3)

Chapter 819: Chapter 816: Injured (3)

Arriving at the hospital entrance, Hailey took out a face mask and handed it to Clara Grant. "Clara, to keep yesterday’s incident from repeating, you should put this on."

The mention of yesterday reminded Clara of being chased by a mob. She took the mask and slipped it on, then fished a pair of sunglasses out of her bag and put those on as well. Short of a hat, she was fully incognito.

Although she wasn’t used to dressing like this, she had no desire to experience another terrifying ordeal like that ever again.

Inside the hospital, the doctor examined the wound on Clara’s head. The injury wasn’t serious and didn’t require any further treatment, so they simply re-bandaged it.

Clara hadn’t wanted to undergo any additional check-ups, but Hailey had insisted. When the results came back completely clear, Hailey finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As they walked out of the doctor’s office, Clara suddenly asked, "Did Mason come to this hospital too?" Since this was the closest hospital to the set, she figured he had to be here.

"Hold on, let me ask around," Hailey said, pulling out her phone to make a call.

After hanging up, she turned to Clara. "He did. Mason is currently in a ward upstairs."

Clara nodded thoughtfully. "I’m going to go check on him. Hailey, drive the car back to the set, and then take a cab straight home to get some rest."

"I’d rather take you home, Clara. You’re injured, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone."

"There’s no need. It’s not a major injury, and the doctor already said I’ll be perfectly fine." Clara smiled. Although she didn’t need an escort, her assistant’s concern still warmed her heart. "Besides, I’m going to have President Quinn pick me up when I’m ready to leave."

That last sentence finally dispelled Hailey’s worries. She nodded. "Alright then, Clara. Just be careful."

"Don’t worry, I’m not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself. Off you go." Clara gave her shoulders an affectionate squeeze before giving her a gentle push toward the exit.

Once Hailey’s figure disappeared into the crowd, Clara adjusted the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and turned toward the restroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, she adjusted her hair, trying her best to conceal the white gauze on her head. Fortunately, the wound was in a relatively hidden spot. By sweeping her bangs forward, it was practically invisible. Satisfied with the result, Clara slipped her sunglasses back on and walked out.

Keeping her head slightly bowed, she stepped out of the restroom door, only for a figure to suddenly step inside. Neither had time to dodge, and they were on a direct collision course.

Judging by the person’s height and build, it was a man. If he bumped into the wound on her forehead, it would probably start bleeding again. And if he bumped into her stomach, the consequences would be even more dangerous.

In a moment of sheer panic, Clara instinctively threw one hand over her forehead to protect her wound, and the other over her stomach. Terrified, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact.

However, the expected collision never came. Instead, a voice laced with amusement drifted down from above. "Are you alright?"

He found the girl’s current defensive posture to be quite amusing.

Clara frowned at the sound. She wondered why the man’s voice sounded so familiar.

She opened her eyes and looked up. Peering through her sunglasses, a look of sheer astonishment washed over her face when she recognized the man standing in front of her. "It’s you?"